S: what about girlfriends?M: I have many friends. But not one in particular.S: I don’t believe it. Normally a guy at this age should have a gf. At l...ast interested in someone.M: I didn’t find someone as per my wish.S: tell me so how do u wants your girlfriend like.M: don’t get angry with meS: neverM: I need a gf like you.She got blushed hearing thisS: are you kidding. I don’t think I am so good.M: you are beautiful. If you weren’t married I will surely marry you.S: stop kidding.M: I am not. Various subjects were discussed, but eventually she asked when she would be seeing me again.I didn’t know where she wanted to meet. We couldn’t be seen out together, in case anyone recognised me and told my wife. I didn’t really want to get a hotel room either, as it would be billed to my credit card which my wife could also discover. Even if I paid cash for the room, my wife could notice the withdrawal from our account and ask about it.Kimberley suggested that I meet her at her house. I was. I was getting extremely fidgety, so I closed the office door and sat on his dessk with naughty thoughts dancing around in my head, I was getting more and more aroused. While daydreaming about our last time togetther, I partially unbuttoned my blouse, and hiked my skirt up to my hips. I rolled my nipples between my fingers, alternating between the two, making them seeth with pleasure. I was lost in my arousal when the door swings open and in walks Bruce. I stand up and give him a long, deep, wet. The tree huggers object to our keeping cats in cages and then killing them.Then I met Clara Haber PhD, a tall blonde nordic goddess, 31 years old, known as ?the ice queen?. From the moment I saw her I lusted for her body. She was aloof, dated neither men nor women, might well have been a virgin. Her interest in life was psychology, rat psychology. She had access to hundreds of rats, who spent their lives running mazes, being conditioned by shocks and rewards, and otherwise doing things that.